Old TV Songtext
von Dean Johnson

I hang your face
On every passerby
All that I see anymore
Are your honest eyes
I could hear your voice
It fills my head
I′m in a dream, babe
I'm in a dream, babe
You′re comin' home

Maybe we could find some copper
Bustin' up some old TV
Maybe we could harmonize together
On some crowded street
You could sing so sweet
We′ll buy a portion of meat
With the coins at our feet


You think I could change your mind
Bend your iron will
Singin′ a clumsy song
'Neath your window sill
If I wait for a quiet night
With a swollen moon
Would you take me back, baby
Or would you turn your back, babe
I already know

I don′t want you to have to say it
And I don't wanna hear it said
You won′t be coming back to me
I'll get it through my head
The past is dead
I made my bed
Yeah, I′ll get it through my head

But maybe we could find some copper
Smashin' up some old TV
Maybe we could harmonize together
On some lonely street
We could sing the Everlys
And buy a portion of meat
With the coins at our feet
Don't that sound so sweet
Don′t that sound so sweet